Meet me on the wastelands - later this day,We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe,For there's not much else to do in this drab and colourlessPlace.We'll sit amongst the rubber tyres,Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac,People have no use for - amongst the smouldering embers ofYesterday.

And when or if the sun shines,Lighting our once beautiful features,We'll smile but only for seconds,For to be caught smiling is to acknowledge life,A brave but useless show of compassion,And that is forbidden in this drab and colourless world.

We'll talk about the old days,When the wasteland was release when we could play,And think - without feeling guilty -Meet me later but we'll have to hold hands.Tumble and fall - tumble and falling -Like our lives - like our lives -Exactly like our lives.